I let the door go and the seal sucks shut. I look around for something to buy Dan, just a little knick-knack or candy bar or something, but other than coin-shaped condoms, I don’t see anything he might like. Nothing he needs, at any rate. By the counter, I pick over bubblegum, cigarette lighters, CD singles for pop songs I don’t know, energy pills…there’s a small display of tiny vials, the size of golf pencils, short and thin. The kind of plastic tube that I’ve seen pocket tool kits come in, or eyeglass repair kits, something like that. Only this vial has a tiny rose inside, silk of course, and the letters on the tube read, In Case of Emergency, Break Glass. Definitely something you buy at the last minute for your anniversary or Mother’s Day, and very girly, yes, but…what the hell. Without a second thought, I grab one of the vials, set it down beside the milk. What am I doing? He’ll look at that and ask, “What the fuck?”